Death.

It was a familiar yet distant word, one that caused Gu Yangcheon’s brows to furrow.

“What do you mean by that…?”

The statement was too abrupt. Was he really saying that I was going to die soon?

I stared at the Divine Doctor with wide eyes, seeking an explanation. He continued in his usual calm tone.

“Every person has their limits—a vessel, if you will. You’re aware of this, aren’t you?”

“…Yes.”

Every human being possesses their own vessel.

This vessel could be described as a container for energy or the source of one’s existence. It’s something every human …